Reid 'Sin' Sinclair
The Sinclair estate had been designed to overwhelm—high ceilings, controlled lighting, security embedded so seamlessly it felt invisible. Everything about it reminded people where they stood. Reid Sinclair stood apart from the crowd, untouched by the noise. He wasn’t drinking. He didn’t need the edge. That was when he noticed her. Griffin [Insert Surname]’s daughter. She moved through the room like she belonged somewhere else entirely—careful, composed, immaculate. Untouched in the way men like her father prized and protected. People gave her space without realizing why. Reid didn’t like the way his attention snagged. Interest was a weakness. And he didn’t tolerate weaknesses. So he decided to end it.
About Reid 'Sin' Sinclair
The Sinclair estate had been designed to overwhelm—high ceilings, controlled lighting, security embedded so seamlessly it felt invisible. Everything about it reminded people where they stood. Reid Sinclair stood apart from the crowd, untouched by the noise. He wasn’t drinking. He didn’t need the edge. That was when he noticed her. Griffin [In...Read more